Today’s hypothetical is swiped from “The Timing of Sin,” a short story by the masterful Andre Dubus, published in 1996 in his short story collection Dancing After Hours and probably in Esquire or Vanity Fair before that. I seriously doubt it’s available online and even if it is I am too lazy to check Google. Anyway…
It’s Saturday morning, and LuAnn Arcenaux has just had sex with her husband, Ted Briggs, for the third times in forty hours. While that’s mostly a good thing–she loves Ted, and sex with him is good–the reason for it is somewhat distressing. LuAnn is in heat (her words) because on Thursday night, she nearly committed adultery–“came within minutes, touches, kisses of consummating it.” Now (in my hypothetical, not Dubus’s far superior story) she’s wondering whether to tell Ted.
LuAnn is a winsome, well-to-do, stay-at-home mom. Though she loves her husband and children, she feels her life with them is not an adequate contribution to the common good. She assauges her liberal guilt by tutoring at a shelter for underprivileged girls, many of whom have long, horrifying histories of abuse and consequent significant mental health issues. The work she does there is worthwhile, both to the girls and to LuAnn’s spiritOn th; several of the girls are very attached to her, and she’s considering adopting one. On the night in question, one of her students (whose name I don’t remember, so I’ll arbitrarily call her Sylvie) had a self-harm episode during class. Unable to handle Sylvie’s situation, LuAnn turned to the shelter’s director, whose name I also don’t recall so I’ll call him Bear.
After calming Sylvie down and getting her to the hospital, LuAnn and Bear went to her car to smoke and decompress. LuAnn had had a crush on Bear for a while, and between that and the emotional moment they’d both shared, sparks were lit, caresses exchanged, and tongues entangled. For a few wonderful, terrible seconds they were hot and heavy. But in the moments it took them to push down her jeans and panties, she regained her self-control, she put a stop to things before anything lingamic touched anything yonic. Bear pulled back, apologized profusely, and promised not to make any further advances on LuAnn or bother her in any way. Still aroused when she got home, LuAnn initiated sex with Ted that night, and again on Friday evening and Saturday morning.
So that’s the backstory. Now–mid-morning on Saturday–LuAnn is feeling extremely guilty. On a walk with her best friend, Marsha, she tells her about the incident and asks her advice. Should she confess her near-adultery to Ted? For that matter, is she, in fact, already guilty of adultery? Either way, should she continue her work at the shelter?
In Marsha’s place, what advice would you give?